A-muse-d

'It's amusing,' chortled my Muse, 'to watch you squirm, confused-- longing for the perfect rhyme, counted meter in perfect time. You'll find no words, no rhymes, no meters unless you get off your lazy keister and scribble out one thought or two-- anything from your soul will do. Should my eyes then turn your way, the perfect poem is yours today.' © 2008 jamieclaire (All rights reserved) (this is the poem that inspired the blog's name)